MikeBack Mountain

Okay, no more posting when I'm very tired between shifts, and drunk. When I do, the previous post is what tends to happen. I don't recall it being so long and I'm not sure how I got so much stuff to rhyme in it, I don't recall most of what I wrote so just forget aboot it.

I've spent the last two and a half days in Salmon Arm, some little tiny city four hours north of here. Me and Bran went up there, and his family is moving up there. So I was offered a place to stay, gas money, and all I had to do was help them move for a couple of hours. Did that up, then hung out in a house that was still being rented by them, but that they didn't live in. The result being me and Bran getting piss drunk and causing drunken chaos.

Standard thing to have happen, really. The shitty thing is that I brought my digital camera, but forgot to bring a memory card along, and I wasn't able to get any pictures of the adventure. Luckily I brought my video camera along too, so after I capture it, I'll be able to put some screen captures up in this beeyotch. Only the family-friendly shots, of course. And the rest, probably, to piss off the families that read this.

Tomorrow I start the first of five morning shifts in a row at work. Last week I got THursday traded off, and only did four in a row. This time it's a full five, Thursday-Monday, all 7-330. I'll probably die by the end, but if not, I should be able to handle it. Hopefully my transfer to nights will be going ahead, so I can then do 830 PM - 700 in the morning. That'd groove much better with the way my body works, always the night owl.



Meow. I'll sure miss Carman.